The way you speak
Your unforgivable charm
It should of made sense
Sound the alarm

A smile on your face
Hate in your heart
The demons within
That you could not part

A hand full of wisdom
Of jealousy and greed
A mind full of darkness
Wanting to feed

A kiss of a rose
Hands like a knife
Eyes like the devil
A walk with strife

The tension it builds
For me not for you
I cry and I whimper
But you can see through  

Psychopathic I say
To which you deny
You live in your secrets
Your life is a lie

Exampli gratia:

Here, in the sun, looking straight forward over the green lawn onto the bacciferous frondescence
The space between the building where psychopathology was taught and the building where our intelligence was tested
– buildings made unsafe and marred and subjected to presence –
Here, I just am; there is no absence
As far as my eyes can see, the “where” is here and the “when” is now and I am alone, listening in to today

A bee flies by and draws my eye to the peripheral timescape
Inside the dark window to the left we sit in silence and wait for a pre-school class to walk past so we can continue a lesson that ended a year ago
Behind me looms the auditorium where we partook in curiosity
Beyond this greenth, you own the space
But on this bench, there is no absence
Here, I can breathe, lone as I am

Mental Health
I saw the the clinical medicine of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the psychopathology.
Are you upset by how nonsubjective it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the psychopathology so objective?

Diagnoses, however hard they try,
Will always be various.
Never forget the assorted and versatile diagnoses.

When I think of schizophrenics, I see an ill thinking.
Do schizophrenics make you shiver?
do they?

Just like a maternal ligament, is the epilepsy.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the epilepsy,
Gently it goes - the smaller, the brief, the runty.

Don't belive that the mental is cerebral?
the mental is emotional beyond belief.
Are you upset by how gushy it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the mental so bathetic?

The alcoholism is not physical!
the alcoholism is exceptionally psychological.
Does the alcoholism make you shiver?
does it?

Somewhere in this paradoxical space our imaginations are free....

Quantified and Eroticised

The sacred cow of the community
Drooling on doorsteps
Sleeping on sidewalks,
Looking into our silent world, sheathed in ice
Like exotic minarets and baroque domes
These brilliant and exotic creatures
From an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness
To a state of chronic edginess
and
The perpetual scanning of the great twentieth-century delusion
Micro doses of madness
Strychnine in a nerve tonic
Reality
Stuffed inside our heads
Commercial and nasty
An ideal marriage of function and design
Intelligent sensibilities with no possibility of escape
Hoarding every morsel of life
Between the burial mounds
Our famine of peace
In a deep dream of war
Humanity
A truly free psychopathology...


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